Page 16 of Through Treacherous Weather
While being able to commend Grey for being a good father, she was also able to admit to herself that she had no desire to compete with a child for a man’s time. Sitting home to stew in her horniess wasn’t something she felt like doing, so Trinity beat her face, threw on a sexy outfit with some fuck ‘em heels andhad plans to go out. Trinity never needed company to go out and enjoy herself, but she bit the bullet and asked her friend Dessi if she wanted to tag along. She had known Dessi for ten years. Dessi used to be a pastor’s wife, so she rarely hung out with Trinity outside of brunch, dinner, or a family cookout.
Dessi loved God, but she wasn’t the one that was a pastor. Behind closed doors, she liked to have a drink or three, and she didn’t mind a little rap and R&B. Anyone with sense knew that Dessi’s sins had nothing to do with her husband, but she didn’t want to give anyone a reason to scrutinize him. In public, Dessi was always mindful to behave like a demure, classy, first lady. What that had gotten her was a husband that cheated on her with the church’s choir director and got her pregnant. Dessi was hurt of course, but she almost thanked her husband. For years, she’d been who the world thought she should be since she was married to a pastor. She cared more about protecting his image than making herself happy, and he had turned out to be so not worth it in the end. The moment she filed for divorce, Dessi was able to be herself again.
Her father died two months before Dessi left her husband, so her mother welcomed Dessi and her five-year-old son into her spacious home. Dessi’s mother loved the company, and Dessi loved the support system. She wasn’t planning on leaving her mother’s house anytime soon. When Trinity called, Dessi was more than happy to go out and have a few drinks. The destination was a very upscale lounge.
Trinity’s plan was to go out and simply have a good time. She wasn’t necessarily trying to meet anyone. Meeting new people was getting so tired and old to her that Trinity truly understood why some people stayed in relationships they weren’t happy in. If she had to sit through anymore of the same ole get to know you questions too many more times she was going to scream. Fuck why couldn’t she just build a nigga?
Dessi’s husband randomly purchased her a Maybach one day, and Dessi was shocked beyond measure. Two weeks later, she found out the reason why. It was almost time for her husband’s mistress to give birth. He was trying to butter her up in the event that she found out the truth. If he thought a Maybach would keep her from leaving, he was out of his rabid ass mind. But she damn sure left with the car. She and Trinity were meeting at the lounge. Newly single Dessi loved to floss her whip and newly embraced sexiness.
Trinity always had a maximum drink count when she was driving. The way she wanted to forget that she wouldn’t be getting any dick she was tempted to request a black truck, so she could get shit faced. Three drinks would hold her over until she returned home then a nice joint would put her to bed since Grey couldn’t. As Trinity sauntered out to her car, she was glad that she had no plans of taking Grey serious. A child that wasn’t even two yet? And he had full custody. That wasn’t on her dating bingo card.
It was just her luck that Grey possessed some of the best dick she’d had in years. A man that couldn’t jump up and run to her whenever she needed to be stroked. Frustrated wasn’t even the word to describe how she felt about that. No dick in two weeks had her wondering if Grey was truly that pressed for spare time or if he was sleeping with someone else. The jealousy that surged through her veins at the mere thought of Grey giving away that delicious dick was a brutal reminder that she was getting in too deep.
Trinity had just put the car in park and flipped the visor down to check her appearance when Dessi texted her that she had just pulled up. After a quick appraisal of her face, Trinity was satisfied with what she saw and flipped the mirror closed. Exiting the car, she locked eyes with a handsome guy with locsthat was walking by. A smirk inched across her face when she noticed his eyes light up with approval.
“Damn you fine, baby.”
“Thank you,” she smiled and walked in Dessi’s direction.
Trinity was used to compliments. She was used to men approaching her. None of it meant anything because she was still single and had been that way for a generous number of years. Her last relationship was nine years ago, and it had only lasted for one year. Nate was a stockbroker with a three-bedroom high rise luxury condos, three cars, no children, and a hefty bank account. Eight months into the relationship, she found out that he also had a drug problem. He had been functioning for almost a year when she met him. By the time she discovered the habit he’d been using for almost two years. He lost a shocking amount of weight, he began to miss work, and became unreliable. Trinity refused to stand by his side while he got deeper and deeper into addiction. She asked him if he would go to rehab, he said no, and she left. It was just that simple.
She loved him, and she hated that he was wasting his potential, but her love had boundaries, and she refused to apologize for it. A year after she left him, he posted a rare photo on social media. He was at his nephew’s high school graduation, and he looked terrible. All Trinity could do was shake her head when she saw that he had lost so much weight that he looked sickly. She could also tell by his attire that he no longer cared about his appearance, and she doubted he was still a stockbroker. Trinity had no clue what made him start dabbling in drugs, and she never asked. The why didn’t even really matter.
The men in the lounge almost outnumbered the women and as Trinity and Dessi ambled toward the bar, they could feel the eyes of the patrons on them. Newly single Dessi loved the attention. Trinity was used to it and over it. Dessi was a very pretty woman but when she was with her ex, she wore ahuge rock that intimidated most men and stopped them from approaching her. When Dessi left her husband, she knew she’d miss the ring more than she missed him. There was no way in hell she was giving the ring back, but she also refused to wear it. Why block her blessings by wearing a ring that would make people think she was married. Dessi didn’t care if she fell in love and got married again or if she just met a man to have fun with. She was down for either one.
The women sat at the bar as the soft sounds of Sade wafted through the room. Trinity ordered a lemon drop with tequila and hookah. She would make the first two drinks real cutesy then her last drink of the night would be a shot.
“Are you excited about your date this weekend?” she smiled turning toward Dessi.
Her friend smiled just as bright and wide. “I am. It’s going to feel so strange going out with a man that isn’t a fake pastor, but I’m ready for it. I have no expectations. I’m just soaking it all in and taking it for what it’s worth. I spent enough time in a bullshit ass marriage to ever force anything else or ignore red flags.”
“I wish I had my drink, so I could cheers to that.”
“Have you heard from Grey?”
The moment their last date was over, Trinity texted Dessi and dropped the news that Grey was the single father of a toddler.
“I actually have. He hit me up earlier, and we had a dick appointment scheduled, but his daughter is sick. So, he’s home with her. I know I’m a selfish bitch for making it about me, but I really wanted some,” she whined with a sigh. “I mean, I pray the baby is okay but damn.”
Dessi giggled as the bartender set their drinks in front of them. “I get it. That’s the thing that’s going to make it really hard for me to date. I have a child. I’ve already taken him from the only home he’s ever lived in and moved him into my mom’shouse. I don’t want him to be sitting on a couch one day saying his parents got divorced, and his mother lost her mind. I try to keep most of my outings to when he’s with his father or asleep. Balancing parent life with still having a personal life is hard.”
“I definitely know that, and I don’t even have kids. I don’t really care to be serious with a man that has small kids, so I was thinking his being a single father wouldn’t matter if it was just sex.”
“But…” Dessi smiled making Trinity roll her eyes.
“But, the dick is so damn good. Like, it’s magically delicious.” Dessi doubled over in laughter making Trinity laugh. “I’m dead ass, Dess. Like, I want it all the time. At least three times a week. Twice a month is crazy,” she frowned while Dessi tossed her a knowing smirk.
“Hmmm. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you complain that you weren’t getting the D enough. Either you’re attached to the D, or you’re attached to him. Either way it goes, that’s a recipe for feelings and what not.”
“Tuh,” Trinty frowned. “Did you miss the part where I said he has a toddler? I just don’t think we’d be a good fit. If I ever do get in a relationship before I’m sixty, I want to be on private jets and yachts once a month. I need rich nigga energy. But a rich man like my brothers. Rich, handsome, and faithful.”
“Good luck with that,” Dessi sighed. “Men like your brothers are not running around a dime a dozen in Diamond Cove.”
“But don’t forget they used to be two of the biggest whores in the city. They have the same baby mama. If they can change anybody can.”
“That part is true.”
Trinity and Dessi laughed and joked for two hours before parting ways to go home. Trinity wasn’t going to speed. She was tipsy and wanted to make it home safely, but her mouth was watering for a joint. She was looking forward to the sleep thatwould come after she indulged. From her lap, Trinity’s phone vibrated, and her brows punched together wondering who was calling her so late. When her eyes landed on Grey’s number, her clit began to pulsate instantly.
